The Will of Kat - Sex Stories

The Will of Kat

... on his. Just concentrating everything on breathing in and out. Finally, because it's a fact that Kerry could out wait my silence for three days if he wanted, I forced my voice past the obstruction in my throat. "I just came in my jeans."

Kerry's face bloomed into a delighted smile as he laughed.

"I literally did," I admitted, hiding my face in my hands. I felt Kerry's arms come around and he pulled me in.

"It's okay, Sweetheart."

"I haven't done that since I was thirteen." Jesus, sometimes cocks are so embarrassing.

Kerry rubbed my back as I hid my face in his neck and clung. "Guess we had better get you cleaned up then."

I let myself be guided to the shower, and bit my lip, grinning as Kerry pulled my top off and then peeled my jeans down. Pulling a face as globby cum dribbled down my thighs.

"That's truly disgusting," he complained, throwing my jeans in the laundry basket.

"Sorry," I half laughed.

"You know I have to punish you for that," Kerry stated, as he reached in and turned the shower on.

"I sure hope so."

Kerry smirked at me and tugged my hand, pulling me past him and with a little shove, encouraging me into the shower.

I yelped and cursed. The fucking thing was ice cold.

"Stay," Kerry commanded, and then sniggered as I glared and shivered under the freezing spray.

After a few minutes Kerry relented and let me turn the heat up. Once the goose mountains had gone, he joined me, sitting on the handy seat and grabbing my ...

... hips. Yanking me towards him.

"Kerry, I'm still sensitive." He just raised an eyebrow. "Okay, okay," I mumbled and winced as Kerry cupped my ass and sucked my still half hard cock into his mouth.

I moaned and hissed as Kerry forced me hard again and then to another climax. His hands now gripping my butt hard enough to bruise.

Fuck, I love him so much. The absolute bastard.

-X

Two weeks later we were in Vancouver, having brunch with Kerry's friend Mary, at a pub called The Fountainhead (yes, I sniggered). Which had the previous night's hockey match on repeat and friendly servers.

I don't think you had to be gay to work there, but I bet it sure helped. At least I could enjoy the eye candy without getting into trouble.

We were meeting Mary's friends, who were our competitors in this amazingly daft competition.

Kerry had been bragging about me. How good a pain slut I am, how much I could take. That and too much whiskey (which must have been a lot because he practises whiskey all the time), led to this crazy idea.

Apparently Mary's friends were super into the idea of humiliating us, and to be honest, I was a little nervous. I had never done anything like this before and Mary's stories were hair-raising.

When she smiled and waved over my shoulder I turned and my jaw dropped. Actually, it dropped twice.

Once in regard to the intimidating black woman who was striding towards us like she had just stepped from a glossy magazine, and was probably the most ...